This is a song about "Gangsta shit"

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Call all my gangsta homies to help me restructure your face.

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,

Ho i kick it, i punt it like reggie roby or something

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Blubber and shit in the cupboard and shit

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

And i laid some rhymes for you on this funky gangsta beat

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

You all act like gangsta but afraid to be rude

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Telling ‘em to go out and blast off, kill a gangsta,

And you're gonna see, this gangsta pee on himself

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

He turned into your everyday gangsta